I'll Kill You

[Dominator] Big I-1-3, motherfucker Big I-1-3 (Main Verse) [Dominator] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies in the Central Coast Family Some wicked shit poundin' out your box A little somethin' to bump When you're cookin' them rocks We all got our own ways of makin' the green You do whatever it takes, to get up onto the scene I do what I do, stayin' true to the blue Southside 1-3, what about you, fool Run and hide, and get out your map Leva motherfuckers live the other side to the tracks I never forgive a punk, I never forget It ain't over, motherfuckers, no, not just yet Move out the scene I knew you would leave I got another motherfuckin' trick up my sleeve Smoke you like a roach, can I make it last Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past You're the kind of motherfucker talkin' shit (Bitch) I'm the kind of motherfucker makin' the hit (List) When I see you in the street, you better run and cover Cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill, motherfucker [Lil' Rob] It's the Lil' Rob Known like the mob, cause I be droppin' them hits Givin' it til you whores can't stand Givin' it til your heart quits Splits open Hopin' For another chance Fuck that fat heina, it's ain't over til these devils dance Glance, at a man with no worries, full of fury Riddle let Loose, hang you fools from a noose, then Light you up on fire Put away my lighter Fuck the fuckin' devil, I'm the one that he admires Inquirin' minds want to know How the fuck We can be so fuckin' sick and quick to stick Pussy The cheif enemies got the remedy To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a felony Now you're mad at me I'm just glad that we Had the chance To be friendly, before I killed you fuckin' family Say you're understandin' me Fool, you ain't no man to me Pullin' petty crimes, thinkin' that you're gonna flatter me Bitch, I can give a fuck about What you're doin' I could give a fuck about, what Crew that you flew Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you All it takes, is a bullet, leave ya shakin' in your shoes What kind of death Do you choose, homicide or suicide? Circle one, call me Gato, cause the cat Got your toungue Ese young, twenty-one, people sayin' that I'm done But the more shit that you talk, the more Fun has begun Leave your ass rung, let alone your ass hung Chop you up with my machete with my hockey mask on Or better yet, I'll paint my face up Like Dead Presidents In your neighborhood, ain't nothin' but dead residents When I get through with them Set them up and have a brew with them While the juras wonderin' what to do with them Cause there's so many of them, God must not have loved them Cause he let me do what I did, closed their eye lids [Mr. Shadow] Now who be man enough to come and try to test my skills It's that evil minded demon, shovin' fools under the hills Motherfuckers try to run, but they can never hide, I find 'em Put in the puzzle together with venomous tips, I'm gonna blind 'em Shadow be that one bald-headed fool, ready to bust The man I swish up til my rival's into fuckin' dust I must admit to all the shit that I commited All the fuckin' bodies and the craniums that I splitted I spitted many rhymes I took so many lives All my foes are now depressed, it's like the year of '95 Homicide got me trippin' That's why I'm loadin' a clip Motherfuckers tryin' to trip, they end up lookin' just like shit